#melancholy

For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #melancholy #sadness #love

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn’t chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#chemical #marriage-plot #melancholy #mental-health #mental-illness

Men who read a lot have a more sensitive disposition, added Fowler. [...] I did not know what to say to this. Maybe reading is a sort of curse is all I mean, concluded Fowler. Maybe it's better for a man to stay inside his own mind. Amen, I felt like saying, although I do not know why. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#inner-world #melancholy #men #reading #men

If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle - absolute busyness - then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy - and without consciousness. ↗

— Gunther Grass

#age #busy #busyness #coincide #come

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#happiness #melancholy #sadness #sleep #waking

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#sorrow

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies. ↗

— Emil Cioran

#melancholy #misery #syllogism #misery

Cut my life into pizzas. this is my plastic fork. oven baking, no breathing, dont give a fuck if its carbs that i'm eating' -Catherine Spann ↗

— Catherine Spann

#food #love #melancholy #poetry #sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#pleasure #sad #sorrow #sorrow

Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, ...Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, "Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills. ↗

— Witter Bynner

#melancholy #regret #yearning #death